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Tha  imagas  appaaring  hara  ara  tha  bast  quality 
possibia  considaring  tha  condition  and  lagibillty 
of  tha  original  copy  and  in  kaaping  with  tha 
filming  contract  apacificationa. 


Las  imagas  suivantas  ont  4ti  raproduitas  avac  la 
plus  grand  soin,  compta  tanu  da  la  condition  at 
da  la  nattat*  da  I'axamplai/a  film*,  at  an 
conformity  avac  las  conditions  du  contrat  da 
filmaga. 


Original  copias  in  printad  papar  covars  ara  filmad 
baginning  with  tha  front  covar  and  anding  on 
tha  last  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuatratad  impraa- 
sion.  or  tha  back  covar  whan  appropriata.  All 
othar  original  copias  ara  filmad  baginning  on  tha 
first  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuatratad  impras- 
sion,  and  anding  on  tha  laat  paga  with  a  printad 
or  illuatratad  imprassion. 


Tha  laat  racordad  frama  on  aach  microflcha 
shall  contain  tha  symbol  — ^  (moaning  "CON- 
TINUED"), or  tha  symbol  V  (moaning  "END"), 
whichavar  appliaa. 

Mapa,  platas.  charts,  ate.  may  ba  filmad  at 
diffarant  raduction  ratios.  Thosa  too  larga  to  ba 
antiraly  includad  in  ona  axpoaura  ara  filmad 
baginning  in  tha  uppar  laft  hand  eornar,  laft  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  as  many  framas  as 
raquirad.  Tha  following  diagrams  illustrata  tha 
mathod: 


Laa  axamplairas  originaux  dont  la  couvartura  an 
papiar  aat  Imprimte  sont  filmis  an  commandant 
par  la  pramiar  plat  at  an  tarminant  soit  par  la 
darniira  paga  qui  comporta  una  amprainta 
d'imprassion  ou  d'illustration,  soit  par  la  sacond 
plat,  salon  la  cas.  Tous  laa  autras  axamplairas 
originaux  sont  filmte  an  commandant  par  la 
pramiAra  paga  qui  comporta  una  amprainta 
d'impraasion  ou  d'illustration  at  an  tarminant  par 
la  darniAra  paga  qui  comporta  una  talla 
amprainta. 

Un  das  symbolaa  suivants  apparaitra  sur  la 
darniira  imaga  da  chaqua  microflcha.  salon  la 
cas:  la  symbols  — *-signifia  "A  SUIVRE",  la 
symbols  V  signifie  "FIN". 

Laa  cartaa.  planchas.  tablaaux,  ate,  pauvant  dtre 
filmAs  k  daa  taux  da  reduction  diff<krants. 
Lorsqua  la  documant  ast  trop  grand  pour  Atra 
raproduit  an  un  saul  clichi,  il  ast  filmi  A  partir 
da  I'angia  supAriaur  gaucha,  da  gaucha  A  droita. 
at  da  haut  mn  baa.  an  pranant  la  nombra 
d'imagas  nicaasaira.  Las  diagrammas  suivants 
iliuatrant  la  m«thoda. 


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A  Voyage  on  a 
Pan  of  Ice 

By 
Dr.  WrLrRCD  T.  GRENfUL 


THE  NEW  CNGUND  QReNPELL  ASSOCIATION 

14  5eacon  Street,  Boston 

1908 


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AS    DR.    CRENFFLI.    I.ANDF.O    FROM    THE    ICE    PAV 


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DR.  Wl-  'k'Kf^    T,    ORF.VFELL 
1CJ08 


BOS rON 

Ceo.  H.  hLU-i  Co  .  pRrr<TFi<-,,  272  (     .vgrks..  Stp.i-k; 

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A   VOYAGE 
ON    A    PAN    OF    ICE 


BY 


DR.  WILFRED   T.    GRENFELL 
1908 


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BOSTON 

Geo.  H.  Ellis  Co.,  Printers,  272  Congress  Street 

1908 


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Cotyriglatd,  iqoS,  by  the  Associated  Sunday  Magasvus 
of  the  Boston  Sunday  Post  and  printed  by  permission. 


f^T^:^'^*Tm^^<^ 


THE  STORY. 


It  was  Easter  Sunday,  but  with  us  still  winter.  Everv- 
thmg  waa  still  covered  with  snow  and  ice.  Immediately 
fW  oT™".^  service  word  came  from  the  hospital  to  say 
that  a  largo  team  of  dogs  had  come  from  sixtv  miles  to  the 
southward  to  get  a  doctor  on  a  very  urgent  Vase.     It  was 

fninjlf^/r"^.  ""^^  ""^  ''''?°'"  ^«  had  operated  about  a 
lortnight  before  for  an  acute  bone  disease  in  the  thigh  The 
people  had  allowed  the  wound  to  close.  The  poisoned 
matter  had  accumulated,  and  we  thought  that  we  would 
nave  to  remove  the  leg. 

There  was  obviously,  therefore,  no  time  to  be  lost  So 
having  packed  up  the  necessary  instruments,  dressings,  and 
drugs  and  filled  out  the  dog  sleigh  with  my  best  dogs,  I 
left  at  once,  the  messengers  following  me  with  their  team 

Being  late  in  April,  there  is  always  the  risk  of  getting 
wet  through  the  ice,  so  that  I  was  carefully  prepared  with 

sh^  °Hfl^*'  '"^''^  ^"^'"^^^  ^  ?h^"g«  ^^  ^^""^"ts,  snow- 
T^'u-  '  ^'°'"Pas/-  axe,  and  oilskin  overclothes.  My 
dogs,  being  a  powerful  team,  could  not  be  held  back,  and, 
though  I  managed  to  wait  twice  for  their  sleigh,  I  har 
reached  a  village  about  twenty  miles  on  the  journey  before 
nightfall,  and  had  fed  the  dogs,  and  was  gathering^  one  Jr 
two  people  for  pr.syers  when  they  caught  me  u" 

During  the  ni^ht  the  wind  shifted  to  the  north-east 
whidi  brought  in  fog  and  rain,  softeneu  the  snow,  and 

ow-  fl  .  ^^'-i  ^"';  drive  next  morning  would  be  somewhat 
over  forty  miles,  the  first  ten  miles  on  an  arm  of  the  sea 

f'lnri,"'' f  ^'  T'r  ^"  """l^"  "°*  *"  '^'^  separated  too  long 
trom  mv  friends,  I  sent  them  ahead  two  hours  before  me 
appointing  a  rendezvous  in  a  log  tilt  that  we  have  built  in 
the  woods  as  a  half-way  house,  for  there  is  no  one  living 
along  aU  that  long  roa,st  line,  and  in  case  of  accident,  which 


we  have  had  more  than  once  before,  we  keep  there  dry 
clothing,  food,  and  drugs. 

The  first  rain  of  the  year  was  falUng  when  I  left,  and  I 
was  obliged  to  keep  on  what  we  call  the  "  baUicaters,"  or 
ice  barricades,  much  further  up  the  bay  than  I  had  expected. 
The  sea  of  the  night  before  had  smashed  up  the  ponderous 
covering  of  ice  right  to  the  landwash.  There  were  great 
gaping  chasms  between  the  enormous  blocks,  which  we  call 
pans,  and  half  a  mile  out  it  was  all  clear  water. 

An  island  three  miles  out  had  preserved  a  bridge  of  ice, 
however,  and  by  crossing  a  few  cracks  I  managed  to  reach 
the  island.  Thence  it  was  four  miles  across  to  a  rocky 
promontorj", — a  course  that  would  save  some  miles  around 
the  shore.  As  far  as  the  eye  could  see,  the  ice  seemed  good, 
though  it  was  very  rough.  Obviously,  it  had  been  smashed 
up  by  the  sea,  packed  in  again  by  the  strong  wind  from  the 
north-east,  and  I  thought  it  had  frozen  solid  together. 

All  went  well  till  I  was  about  a  quarter  of  a  mile  from 
the  landing  point.  Then  the  wind  suddenly  fell,  and  I 
noticed  that  I  was  travelling  over  loose  "sish,"  which  was 
like  porridge.  By  stabbing  down,  I  could  drive  my  whip 
handle  through  it.  The  "sish"  ice  consists  of  the  tiny 
fragments  where  the  large  pans  have  been  pounding  together 
on  the  heaving  sea. 

So  quickly  did  the  wind  now  come  off  shore,  and  so 
quickly  did  the  packed  "slob,"  relieved  of  the  wind,  "run 
ahead,"  that  already  I  could  not  see  one  pan  larger  than 
ten-foot  square;  and,  the  ice  loosening  so  quickly,  I  saw 
that  retreat  was  absolutely  impossible,  neither  was  there 
any  way  to  get  off  the  little  pan  I  was  surveying  from. 

There  not  being  a  moment  to  lose,  I  tore  off  my  oilskins, 
threw  myself  on  my  hands  and  knees  by  the  side  of  the 
komatik  to  give  a  larger  base  to  hold,  and  shouted  to  the 
dogs  to  go  ahead  for  the  shore.  Before  we  had  gone  twenty 
yards,  the  dogs  got  frightened,  hesitated  for  a  moment,  and 
the  komatik  instantly  sank  into  the  slob.  It  was  necessary, 
then,  for  the  dogs  to  pull,  so  that  they  now  Ijegan  to  sink 
in  also.  Earlier  in  th*.  season  the  father  of  the  very  boy 
I  was  going  to  operate  on  had  been  drowned  in  this  same 
way,  his  dogs  tangling  their  traces  around  him  in  the  slob. 
This  flashed  into  my  mind,  and  I  managed  to  loosen  my 
sheath-knife,  scramble  forward,  find  the  traces  in  the  water, 


and  scut  them,  holding  en  to  the  leader's  trace  wound  round 
my  wrist.  »v7uim 

There  was  a  pan  about  twenty-five  yards  away,  about 
the  size  of  a  dining-room  table,  and  on  to  this  the  leader 
very  shortly  chmbed,  his  long  trace  of  ten  fathoms  almS 
reaching  there  before  he  went  into  the  water.     The  other 
dogs  were  hopelessly  logged.     Gradually,  I  hauled  myself 
oHf  hl'^'  ''"  'r'^^'"^^  ^'  turned 'r'ound  and  sHp^e 
fhroni  .^'"^l'-  •  ^\'''^'  ^possible  to  make  any  progLs 
through  the  sish  ice  by   swimming,   so   I   lay   there    .vnd 
thought  It  would  soon  be  oyer,  only  wondering    f  any  one 
would  eyer  know  how  it  happened.     Suddenl?  I  ^l  Z 
trace  of  another  b.g  dog  that  had  himself  gone  through 
before  he  reached  the  pan,  but  which  was  close  to  it.     A  ong 
this  I  hauled,  using  him  as  a  bow  anchor,  l,ut  much  bothered 
by  the  other  dogs,  one  of  which  got  on  to  my  shoSr 
pushing  me  further  down  into  the  ice.     There  was  onlv 

L'^wftirm  "  r'"'^  '  P"r^'  '"^  "^'"^  anchor  and'  oon'^ 
T  Lh  Jl\  f  t^^  around  me  on  the  little  piec^  of  slob  ice. 
Ihnfil  f  P  *¥"*  T  ^'^  '*  ^'  they  worked  through  the  lane 
that  I  had  made      It  was  obvious  we  must  be  drowned  if 

coat' do;:"^  ""  ?f  ^  "'"  ^r''  ^"'  t''^'^"'^  "ff  ^-'  moccas  n 

I  tiedlv  k'nff        'f '  '""'^  ^^'^••ything  that  I  could  spare 

of  ihe  d^^s      Th^     "'"''.^■''^■^'"^  separately  on  to  the  backs 

01  the  dogs.     The  moccasins,  made  of  tanned  .sealskin  cnmi. 

right  up  to  my  thigh,  and,  filled  with  waS     had  hnpe  led 

my  progress^     Taking  the  long  traces  from  all  the  dog?  ut 

the  two  hghtest    I  gave  them  the  full  length  of  the  1  ne 

led    he  near  end  around  my  own  wrists,  and  tried  to  mako 

he  dogs  go  ahead.     Nothing  would  induce  them  to  move 

and,  though  I  threw  them  off  the  pan  two  or  three  Hmes' 

they  struggled  back  upon  it.     Fortunately,  I  had  with  me 

a  small  black  spaniel,  almost  a  featherwe  ght,  with  la  ie 

urry  paws,  who  will  retrieve  for  me.     I  thre^  a  pie  e  of 

ce  for  him,  and  he  managed  to  get  over  the  slob  after  it  on 

o  another  pan  about  twenty  yards  away.     The  other  dogs 

one  raking  a  1  the  run  I  could  get  on  my  little  nan  I 
made  a  dive,  s  ither  ng  with  the  impetus  along  the  surface 
t.l  once  more  I  sank.  After  a  long  fight  through  it,  I  w2 
able  o  haul  myself  by  the  long  tra.^es  on  to  thi«  new  pa^ 
1  had  taken  care  this  time  to  tie  the  harnesses  to  which  I 


was  holding  under  the  dogs'  bellies,  so  that  they  could  not 
slip  I  hem  off.  liut  the  pan  I  was  now  on  was  not  enough 
to  bear  us,  and  so  this  process  had  to  be  repeated  immedi- 
atel;  to  avoid  sinking  with  it,  which  it  was  already  beginning 
to  do. 

I  now  realized  that,  though  we  had  been  vvorking  toward 
the  shore,  we  had  been  losing  ground  all  the  time,  for  the 
off-shore  wind  had  driven  us  a  hundred  yards  further  off. 
The  widening  gap  kept  full  of  the  pounded  ice,  through 
which  no  man  could  possibly  go.  We  were  now  resting  on 
a  piece  of  ice  abor'^  ten  by  twelve  feet,  which,  when  I  came 
to  examine  it,  was  not  ice  at  all,  but  simply  snow-covered 
slob,  frozen  into  a  mass,  and  which,  I  feared,  would  verj' 
soon  break  up  in  the  general  turmoil  in  the  heavy  sea, 
which  was  increatsing  as  the  ice  drove  off  shore  before  the 
wind. 

At  first  we  drifted  in  the  direction  of  a  rocky  point  on 
which  a  heavy  surf  was  breaking.  Here  I  thought  to  swim 
ashore.  But  suddenly  we  struck  a  rock.  A  large  piece 
broke  off  the  already  small  pan,  and  what  was  left  swung 
round  in  the  backwash,  and  went  right  out  to  sea. 

There  was  nothing  now  for  it  but  to  hope  for  a  rescue. 
Alas!  there  was  no  possibility  of  being  seen.  As  I  have 
already  mentioned,  no  one  lives  around  this  big  bay.  My 
hope  was  that  the  other  komatik,  knowing  1  was  alone 
and  had  failed  to  keep  my  tryst,  would  perhaps  come  back 
to  look  for  me.     This,  however,  they  did  not  do. 

The  westerly  wind  was  rising  all  the  time,  which  is  our 
coldest  wind  at  this  time  of  the  j'ear,  coming  over  the  gulf 
ice.  It  was  tantalizing,  as  I  stood  with  next  to  nothing  on, 
the  wind  going  through  me  and  every  stitch  soaked  in  ice 
water,  to  see  some  fifty  yards  away  my  komatik.  It  was 
still  above  water,  with  food,  hot  tea  in  a  thermos  bottle, 
dry  clothing,  matches,  wood,  anil  everything  for  making  a 
fire  to  attract  attention  on  it.  It  is  easy  to  see  a  black 
object  on  the  ice  in  the  daytime,  for  its  gorgeous  whiteness 
shows  off  the  least  thing.  But  the  tops  of  bushes  and 
large  pieces  of  kelp  have  so  often  deceived  those  looking 
out.  Moreover,  within  our  memorj-  no  man  has  been  thus 
adrift  on  the  bay  ice.  The  chances  were  one  to  one  thou- 
sand that  I  would  be  seen  at  all,  and,  if  I  were,  I  should 
be  mistaken  for  some  piece  of  refuse.    To  keep  from  freez- 


ing,  I  cut  off  my  long  moccasins  down  to  the  feet,  strung 
out  some  line,  split  the  legs,  and  made  a  kind  of  jacket, 
which  protected  mj-  back  from  the  wind  down  as  far  as 
the  waist.  I  have  this  jacket  still,  and  my  friends  assure 
me  it  would  make  a  good  Sunday  garment. 

I  had  not  gone  more  than  half  a  mile  before  I  saw  my 
poor  komatik  disappear  through  the  ice,  which  was  every 
minute  loosening  up  into  the  small  pans  that  it  consisted 
of,  and  it  seemed  like  a  friend  gone  and  one  more  tie  with 
home  and  safety  lost. 

To  the  northward  about  a  mile  (distant)  lay  this  land 
under  which  I  had  passed  in  the  morning. 

By  mid-day  I  had  passed  the  island,  and  was  moving 
into  the  ever-widening  !my.  It  was  scarcely  safe  to  move 
on  the  pan  for  fear  of  breaking  it,  and  yet  I  saw  I  must 
have  the  skins  of  some  of  my  dogs,  of  which  I  had  eight 
on  the  pan,  if  I  was  to  live  the  night  out.  There  was  now 
some  three  to  five  miles  of  ice  between  me  and  the  north 
side  of  the  bay,  so  I  could  plainly  see  there  was  no  hope 
of  being  picked  up  that  day,  even  if  seen,  for  no  one  could 
put  out.  Unwinding  the  sealskin  traces  from  my  waist, 
round  which  I  had  wound  thorn  to  keep  the  dogs  from 
eating  them,  I  made  a  slip-knot,  and  passed  over  the  first 
dog's  head,  tied  it  round  my  foot  close  to  his  neck,  threw 
him  on  his  back,  and  stabbed  him  in  the  heart.  Poor 
beast!  I  loved  him  like  a  friend,— a  beautiful  dog,— but 
we  could  not  all  hope  to  live.  In  fact,  I  had  no  hope  any 
of  us  would,  at  that  time,  but  it  seemed  better  to  die 
fighting. 

In  spite  of  my  care  the  struggling  dog  bit  me  rather 
badly  in  the  leg.  I  suppose  that  my  numb  hands  pre- 
vented my  holding  his  throat  as  I  could  ordinarily  do.  In 
this  way  I  sacrificed  two  more  large  dogs,  receiving  only 
one  more  bite,  though  I  fully  expected  that  the  pan  I  was 
on  would  break  up  in  the  struggle.  A  short  shrift  seemed 
to  me  better  than  a  long  one,  and  I  envied  the  dead  dogs 
whose  troubles  were  over  so  quickly.  Indeed,  I  came  to 
balance  in  my  mind  whether,  if  once  I  passed  into  the  open 
sea,  It  would  not  be  better  by  far  to  use  my  faithful  knife 
on  myself  than  to  die  by  inches.  There  seemed  no  hard- 
ship m  the  thought.  I  seemed  fully  to  sympathize  with 
the  Japanese  view  of  hara-kiri.     Working,  however,  saved 


me  from  philosophizing.  By  the  time  I  had  skinned  these 
dogs,  and  with  my  knife  and  some  of  the  harness  had  strung 
the  skins  together,  I  was  ten  miles  on  my  way,  and  it  was 
getting  dark.  Away  to  the  northward  I  could  see  a  single 
light  in  the  little  village  where  I  had  slept  the  night  before, 
where  I  had  received  the  kindly  hospitality  of  the  single 
fisherman  in  whose  comfortable  home  I  have  spent  many 
a  night.  One  could  not  help  but  think  of  them  sitting  down 
to  tea,  little  thinking  that  there  was  any  one  watching 
them,  for  i  had  told  them  not  to  expect  me  back  for  three 
days.  I  had  now  also  frayed  out  some  rope  into  oakum, 
mixed  it  with  some  fat  from  the  intestines  of  my  dogs, 
but  my  match-box,  which  was  always  chained  to  me,  had 
leaked,  and  my  matches  were  in  pulp. 

Had  I  been  able  to  make  a  light,  it  would  have  looked 
so  unearthly  out  there  on  the  sea  that  I  felt  sure  they 
would  see  me.  But  that  chance  was  now  cut  off.  How- 
ever, I  kept  the  mat^^hes,  hoping  that  I  might  dry  them  if 
I  lived  through  the  night.  While  working  at  the  dogs, 
about  every  five  minutr^  I  would  stand  up  and  wave  my 
hands  toward  the  land.  I  had  no  flag,  and  I  could  not 
spare  my  shirt,  for,  wet  as  it  was,  it  was  better  than  noth- 
ing in  thai  freezing  wind,  and,  anyhow,  it  was  nearly 
dark. 

Unfortunately,  the  coves  in  among  the  cliffs  are  so  placed 
that  only  for  a  very  narrow  space  can  the  people  in  any 
house  see  the  sea.  Indeed,  most  of  them  cannot  see  the 
sea  at  "11,  so  that  whether  it  were  possible  for  any  one  to 
see  me  I  could  not  tell,  even  supposing  it  had  been  dayhght. 

Not  daring  to  take  any  snow  from  the  surface  of  my 
pan  to  break  the  wind  with,  I  piled  up  the  carcasses  of 
my  dogs.  I  could  not  sit  down  on  the  skin  rug  without 
getting  soaked.  During  these  hoi  rs  T  had  continually  taken 
off  all  my  things,  wrung  them  all  out,  swung  them  in  the 
wind,  and  put  on  first  one  and  then  the  other  inside,  hoping 
that  what  heat  there  was  in  my  body  would  thus  serve  to 
dry  them.     In  this  I  had  been  fairly  successful. 

My  feet  were  the  most  trouble,  for  they  immediately  got 
wet  again  on  account  of  my  thin  moccasins  being  easily 
soaked  through  on  the  snow.  I  suddenly  thought  of  the 
way  in  which  the  Lapps,  who  tend  our  reindeer,  manage 
for  dr>'  socks.    They  carry  grass  with  them,  which  they 


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ravel  up  and  pad  into  the  shoe.  Into  this  they  put  their 
feet,  and  then  pack  the  rest  with  more  grass,  tying  up  the 
top  with  a  hinder.  The  ropes  of  the  liarness  for  our  dogs 
are  carefully  sewed  all  over  with  two  laj'ers  of  flii.inel  in 
order  to  make  them  soft  against  the  dogs'  sides.  So,  as 
soon  as  I  could  sit  down,  I  started  with  my  trusty  knife 
to  rip  up  the  flannel.  Though  my  fingers  were  more  or 
less  *^roz8n,  I  was  able  also  to  ravel  out  the  rope,  put  the 
same  into  my  shoes,  and  use  my  wet  socks  inside  my  knick- 
erbockers, where,  though  damp,  they  served  to  break  the 
wind.  Then,  tying  the  narrow  strips  of  flannel  together, 
I  bound  up  the  top  of  the  moccasins,  Lapp  fashion,  and 
carried  the  bandage  on  up  over  my  knee,  making  a  ragged 
though  most  excellent  puttee. 

As  to  the  garments  I  wore,  I  had  opened  recently  a  box 
of  football  clothes  I  had  not  seen  for  twenty  years.  I  had 
found  my  old  Oxford  University  football  running  shorts 
and  a  pair  of  Richmond  football  club  red,  yellow,  and 
black  stockings,  exactly  as  I  wore  them  twenty  years  ago. 
These  with  a  flannel  shirt  and  sweater  vest  were  now  all 
I  had  left.  Coat,  hat,  gloves,  oilskins,  everything  else,  were 
gone,  and  I  stood  there  in  t.^at  odd  costume,  exactly  as  I 
stood  twenty  years  ago  on  a  football  field.  This  costume, 
being  very  light,  dried  all  the  quicker  until  afternoon.  Then 
nothing  would  dry  any  more,  everj'thing  freezing  stiff.  It 
had  been  an  ideal  costume  to  struggle  through  the  slob  ice. 
I  really  believe  the  conventional  garments  missionaries  are 
supposed  to  patronize  would  have  been  fatal. 

My  occupation  till  what  seemed  like  midnight  was  un- 
ravelling rope,  and  with  this  I  padded  out  my  knickers 
inside,  and  my  shirt  as  well,  though  it  was  a  clumsy  job, 
for  I  could  not  see  what  I  was  doing.  Now,  getting  my 
largest  dog,  as  big  as  a  wolf  and  weighing  ninety-two 
pounds,  I  made  him  lie  down,  so  that  I  could  cuddle  round 
him.  I  then  piled  the  three  skins  so  that  I  could  he  on 
one  edge,  while  the  other  came  just  over  my  shoulders  and 
head. 

My  own  breath  collecting  inside  the  newly  flayed  skin 
must  have  had  a  soporific  effect,  for  I  was  soon  fast  asleep. 
One  hand  I  had  plunged  down  inside  the  curled  up  dog. 
But  the  other  hand,  being  gloveless,  had  frozen,  and  I 
suddenly  woke  shivering  enough,  I  thought,  to  break  ray 


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pan.  What  1  took  to  be  the  sun  was  just  rising,  but  I 
soon  found  it  was  the  moon,  and  then  I  knew  it  was  about 
half-past  twelve.  The  dog  was  having  an  excellent  time. 
He  hadn't  been  cuddletl  so  warm  all  winter,  so  he  resented 
my  moving  with  low  growls  till  he  found  it  wasn't  another 
dog. 

The  wind  was  steadily  driving  me  now  toward  the  open 
sea,  and  I  coulil  expect,  short  of  a  miracle,  nothing  l)ut 
death  out  there.  Somehow,  one  scarcely  felt  justifie.  ■  in 
praying  for  a  miracle,  but  we  have  learned  down  here  to 
pray  for  things  we  want,  and,  anyhow,  just  at  that  moment 
the  miracle  occurred.  The  wind  fell  off  suddenly  and  came 
with  a  light  air  from  the  southward,  and  then  dropped 
stark  calm.  The  ice  was  now  "all  abroad,"  which  I  was 
sorry  for,  for  there  was  a  big  safe  pan  not  twenty  yards 
away  from  me,  and,  if  1  could  have  got  on  that,  I  might 
have  killed  my  other  dogs,  all  of  whom,  to  tell  the  truth, 
I  was  half  afraid  to  tackle  with  a  sheath-knife,  they  being 
so  big  and  strong.  But  it  was  now  freezing  hard.  I  knew 
the  calm  water  between  us  would  form  into  cakes,  and  the 
chance  of  getting  near  enough  to  escape  on  it  was  gone. 
Still,  I  had  this  hope,  that  my  pan  wo'sid  be  opposite 
another  village,  called  Goose  Cove,  at  dayL  ht,  and  might 
possibly  be  seen  from  there.  I  knew  that  the  komatiks 
there  would  be  starting  at  daybreak  over  the  hills  for  a 
parade  of  Orangemen  about  twenty  miles  away.  Possibly, 
therefore.  I  might  be  seen  as  they  climbed  the  hills.  So  I 
lay  down,  and  went  to  sleep  again. 

It  .jcems  impossible  to  say  how  long  one  sleeps,  but  I 
woke  with  a  sudden  thought  in  my  mind  that  I  must  have 
a  flag;  but  again  I  had  no  pole  and  no  flag.  However, 
I  set  to  work  in  the  dark  to  disarticulate  the  legs  of  my 
dead  dogs,  which  were  now  frozen  stiff,  which  offered  a 
chance  of  carrying  a  flag.  Cold  as  it  was,  I  determined  to 
sacrifice  my  shirt  for  that  purpose  with  the  first  streak  of 
daylight.  It  took  a  long  time  in  the  dark  to  get  these 
legs  off,  and,  when  I  had  patiently  marled  them  together 
with  old  harness  rope,  it  was  the  heaviest  and  crookedest 
flag-post  it  has  ever  been  my  lot  to  see.  I  had  had  no 
food  from  six  o'clock  the  morning  before,  when  I  had  por- 
ridge and  bread  and  butter.  I  had,  however,  a  rubber 
band  on  instead  of  one  of  my  garters^  and  I  chewed  that 


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for  twenty-four  hours.  It  saved  me  from  thirst  and  hunger, 
oddly  enough,  and  1  did  not  drink  from  the  ice  of  my  pan, 
for  it  was  salt-water  ice.  As  from  time  to  time  I  heart! 
the  cracking  and  grinding  of  the  newly  'ormed  slob,  it 
seemed  that  my  devotetl  l)oat  must  inevitahly  soon  go  to 
pieces. 

At  last  the  sun  roso,  and  the  time  came  for  the  sftcrifice 
of  my  shirt.  So  I  stripped,  and,  much  to  my  surprise,  did 
not  find  it  was  half  as  cold  as  I  had  anticipated.  I  now- 
re-formed  my  dogskins  with  the  raw  side  out,  so  that  thej' 
matle  a  kind  of  coat  quite  rivalling  Joseph's.  But,  with 
the  rising  of  the  sun,  the  frost  came  out  of  the  joints  of 
my  dogs'  legs,  and  the  friction  cau.sed  by  waving  it  made 
ny  flag-pole  almost  tie  itself  in  knots.  Still,  I  could  raise 
it  three  or  four  feet  above  my  Iiead,  which  was  very 
important. 

Now,  however,  I  found  that,  instead  of  having  drifted 
as  far  as  I  had  reckoned,  I  was  only  off  some  cliffs,  ci'Ued 
Ireland  Head,  near  which  there  was  a  little  village  lookJng 
seaward,  whence  I  would  certainly  have  been  seen.  But, 
as  I  h  1(1  myself,  earlier  in  the  winter,  lieen  night-bound  at 
the  place,  I  hcd  learnt  tliore  was  not  a  single  sor.i  living 
there  at  all  this  winter.  The  people  hail  all,  as  usual, 
migrated  to  the  winter  houses  up  the  bay,  where  they  get 
together  for  schooling  and  social  purpo.ses. 

It  was  impossible  to  wave  so  heavy  a  flag  all  the  time, 
and  yet  I  dared  not  sit  down,  for  that  might  l)e  the  exact 
moment  some  one  would  l)e  in  a  position  to  see  me  from 
the  hills.  The  only  thing  in  my  mind  was  how  long  I 
could  stand  up  and  how  long  go  on  waving  that  pole  at 
the  cliffs.  Once  or  twice  I  thought  I  saw  men  against 
their  snowy  faces,  which,  I  judged,  were  about  fi\  ^  and 
one-half  miles  from  me,  but  they  were  onh'  trees.  Once, 
also,  I  thought  I  saw  a  boat  approaching.  A  glittering 
object  kept  appearing  and  disappearing  on  the  w^ater,  but 
it  was  only  a  small  piece  of  ice  sparkling  in  the  sun  as  it 
rose  on  the  surface.  I  think  that  the  rocking  up  and  down 
on  tiie  waves  of  my  cradle  had  helped  me  to  sleep,  for  I 
felt  as  well  as  ever  I  did  in  my  life;  and  with  the  hope  of 
a  long,  sunnj'  day,  which  seemed  to  promise,  I  felt  sure  I 
was  good  to  last  another  twenty-four  hours,  if  my  boat 
would  hold  out. 


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I  determined,  at  mid-day,  to  kill  a  big  Eskimo  dog  I 
had,  and  drink  its  blood,  which  only  a  few  days  before 
I  had  l«en  reailing  an  account  of  in  Dr.  Nansen's  book; 
that  is,  if  I  survivetl  the  battle  with  him.  One  could  not 
help  feeling,  even  then,  one's  ludicrous  position,  and  I 
thought,  if  ever  I  got  ashore  again,  I  would  have  to  laugh 
at  myself  standing  hour  after  hour  waving  my  shirt  at 
those  lofty  cliffs,  which  seemed  to  assume  a  kind  of  sardonic 
grin,  so  thui  I  could  almost  imagine  they  were  laughing  at 
me.  One  co  'd  not  help  thinking  of  the  good  breakfast 
that  my  colleagues  were  enjoying  at  the  back  of  those  san  e 
cliffs,  and  of  the  snug  fire  and  comfortable  room  v.nich  ve 
call  our  study. 

I  can  honestly  say  that  from  first  to  last  not  a  single 
sensation  of  fear  ever  entered  my  mind,  even  when  strug- 
gling in  the  slob  ice.  It  seemed  sn  natural,  I  had  been 
through  in  the  ice  half  a  dozen  time>  i)efore.  Now  I  mostly 
felt  sleepy,  and  the  idea  was  very  strong  in  my  mind  that 
I  should  soon  reach  the  solution  oi  the  mysteries  that  I 
had  Ijeen  preaching  about  for  so  many  years. 

Only  the  previous  night  (Easter  Sunday)  we  had  been, 
at  prayers  in  the  cottage,  discussing  the  fact  that  the  soul 
was  entirely  separate  from  the  body,  that  Christ's  idea  of 
the  temple  in  which  the  bod-  dwells  is  so  amply  borne  out 
by  modern  science.  We  hau  talked  of  thoughts  from  that 
admirable  book,  "Brain  and  Personality,"  by  Dr.  Thomp.«on 
of  New  York,  and  also  '  f  the  same  subject  in  the  light  of 
a  recent  operation  performed  at  the  Johns  Hopkins  Hospital 
by  Dr.  Harvey  Cushing.  The  doctor  had  removed  from 
a  man's  brain  two  Ifrge  cystic  tumors  without  giving  the 
man  an  anirsthetic,  and  the  patient  had  kept  up  a  running 
conversation  with  him  all  the  while  the  doctor's  fingers 
were  working  in  his  brain. 

Our  eternal  life  has  always  been  with  me  a  matter  of 
faith.  It  seems  to  me  one  of  those  mysteries  that  nuist 
always  be  a  mystery  to  knowledge.  But  my  own  faith 
in  this  mattjer  has  been  so  untroubled  that  it  seemed  now 
almost  natural  to  be  leaving  through  this  portal  on  an 
ice  pan.  In  many  ways,  also,  I  could  see  how  a  death  of 
this  kind  might  be  of  value  to  the  particular  work  that  I 
am  engaged  in.  Except  for  my  friends,  I  had  nothing  I 
could  think  of  to  regret  whatever.     Certainly,  I  would  like 


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to  have  told  them  the  story.  But  then  one  does  not  carry 
folios  of  paper  in  running  shorts  which  have  no  pockets, 
and  all  my  writing  gear  had  gone  by  the  board  with  the 
komatik. 

I  could  see  still  a  testimonial  to  mysalf  ^  •-'e  distance 
avvav  in  my  khaki  overalls,  which  I  had  left  i.i  the  struggle 
of  the  night  before  on  another  pan.  They  seemed  a  kind 
of  company,  and  would  possibly  be  picktd  up  and  suggest 
the  true  stor>-.  Running  through  my  head  all  the  time, 
quite  unintentionally,  were  the  words  of  the  old  hymn: — 

"  My  Ciod,  my  Father,  while  I  stray, 
Far  from  my  home  on  life's  dark  way, 
Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done!" 

It  is  a  hymn  we  hardly  ever  sing  out  here,  and  it  was  an 
unconscious  memoiy  of  my  boyhood  days. 

It  was  a  perfect  morning.    A  cobalt  sky,  an  ultra-marine 
sea,  a  golden  sun,  an  almost  wasteful  extravagance  of  crim  • 
son  over  hills  of  purest  snow,  which  caught  a  reflected 
glow  from  rock  and  crag.     Between  me  and  their  feet  lay 
miles  of  rough  ice  and  thin  black  slob  for/ned  during  the 
night.     Lastly,  my  poor  gruesome  pan,  for  the  foreground, 
bobbing  up  and  down  on  the  edge  of  the  open  sea,  stained 
with  blood,  carcasses,   and  d6bris      It  was  smaller  than 
last  night,  .  .  .  and  I  noticed  also  that  the  new  ice  from 
the  water  melted  under  the  dogs'  bodies  had  also  been 
formed  at  the  expense  of  its  thickness.     Five  dogs,  myself 
in  colored  football  costume,  and  a  bloody  dogskin  cloak, 
with  a  gay  flannel  shirt  on  a  pole  of  frozen  dogs'  legs,  com- 
pletes the  picture.    The  sun  was  almost  hot  by  now,  and 
I  was  conbcious  of  a  surplus  of  heat  in  my  skin  coat.     I 
Ijegan  to  look  longingly  at  one  of  my  remaining  dogs,  for 
an  appetite  will  rise  evien  on  an  ice  pan,  and  that  made  me 
think  of  fire.     So  once  again  I  inspected  my  matches.     Alas! 
the  heads  were  in  paste,  all  but  three  or  four  blue-top  wax 
matches.    These  I  now  laid  out  to  dry,  and  I  searched 
around  on  mj'  snow  pan  to  see  if  I  could  get  a  piece  of 
transparent  ice  to  make  a  burning  glass,  for  I  was  pretty 
sure  that  with  all  the  unravelled  tow  I  had  stuffed  into 
my  leggings,  and  with  the  fat  of  my  dogs,  I  could  make 
smoke  enough  to  be  seen  if  only  I  could  get  a  hght.     I  had 
found  a  piece  which  I  thought  would  do,  and  had  gone  back 


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to  wave  my  flag,  which  I  did  every  two  minutes,  when  I 
suddenly  thought  I  saw  again  the  glitter  of  an  oar.  It  did 
not  seem  possible,  however,  for  it  must  l)e  remembered  it 
was  not  water  which  lay  between  me  ami  the  land,  l)ut  slob 
ii-e,  which  a  mile  or  two  inside  me  was  very  heavy.  Even 
if  people  had  seen  me,  I  did  not  think  they  could  get 
through,  though  I  knew  that  the  whole  shore  would  ♦hen 
be  trying.  Moreover,  there  was  no  smoke  rising  oi  » 
land  to  give  me  hope  that  I  had  l)een  seen.  There  a^d 
been  no  gun-fiashes  in  the  night,  and  I  felt  t^re  that,  had 
any  one  seen  le,  there  would  have  Ijeen  a  bonfire  on  every 
hill  to  encot  'e  me  to  keep  going.  So  I  gave  it  up,  and 
went  on  with  y  work.  But  the  next  time  I  went  back  to 
my  flag,  it  seemr'  ver>'  distinct,  and,  though  it  kept  dis- 
appearing as  it  rose  and  fell  on  the  surface  I  kept  mv 
eyes  strained  upon  it,  for  my  dark  spectacles  had  been  lost, 
and  I  was  partly  snowblind. 

I  waved  my  flag  as  high  as  I  could  raise  it,  broadside  on. 
At  last,  beside  the  ghnt  of  the  white  oar,  I  made  out  the 
black  streak  of  the  hull.  I  knew  that,  if  the  pan  held  on 
for  another  hour,  I  would  l)e  all  right. 

With  that  strange  perversity  of  the  human  intellect,  the 
first  thing  I  thought  of  was  what  trophies  I  could  carry 
with  my  luggage  from  the  pan,  and  I  pictured  the  dog- 
bone  flagstaff  adorning  my  study.  (The  dogs  actually  ate 
it  afterwards.)  I  t'mught  of  preserving  my  ragged  puttees 
in  my  museum.  1  (  )uld  see  that  my  rescuers  were  franti- 
cally w^  zing,  and,  v,h=  ii  they  camo  within  shouting  distance, 
I  hoara  some  one  cry  out:  "Don't  get  excited.  Keep  on 
the  pan  where  you  are."  They  were  inl  litely  more  excited 
than  1.  Already  to  me  it  seemed  just  as  natiu-al  now  to 
be  saved  as,  half  an  hour  before,  it  seemed  inevitable  I 
should  be  lost,  and  had  my  rescuers  only  known,  as  I  did, 
the  sensation  of  a  bath  in  that  ice  when  you  could  not 
dry  yourself  afterward-,  they  need  not  ha.'e  expected  nie 
to  follow  in  the  wake  of  the  apo.stle  Peter,  and  throw  myself 
into  the  water. 

At  last  the  boat  came  up  to  my  pan  with  such  force  that 
I  thought  it  would  go  to  pieces  in  the  collision.  A  warm 
hand-shake  all  around,  and  a  warm  cup  of  tea  insia.\ 
thoughtfully  packed  in  a  bottle,  and  we  hoisted  in  my 
remaining  dog^,  and  started  back.     There  were  not  onlv 


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Hve  Xewfoundlund  fishertneu  ut  the  oars,  Imt  five  men  with 
Newfourulhind  muscles  in  their  hacks,  anil  Hve  as  brave 
hearts  as  can  ever  l)eat  in  the  bodies  of  human  beings. 
So  we  forged  through  to  the  ~liore.  To  my  astonishment 
they  told  me  that  four  men  liad  Ijeen  out  cutting  some 
dead  harp  seals  out  from  a  store  the  night  l>efore.  As  they 
were  leaving  for  home,  my  pan  of  ice  had  drifteil  out  clear 
of  Hare  Island,  and  one  of  them,  with  his  keen  fisherman'.-} 
eyes,  had  seen  something  unusual.  They  at  once  returneil 
to  their  village,  saying  there  was  a  man  on  a  pan.  But 
they  had  been  discredited,  for  the  people  thought  that  it 
could  be  only  the  top  of  some  tree. 

All  the  time  I  had  l^een  driving  along  I  knew  tliat  there 
was  one  man  on  that  coast  who  had  a  good  spy-glass.  He 
tells  me  he  instantly  got  up  in  the  midst  of  his  supper,  on 
hearing  the  news,  and  hurried  over  the  cliff  to  the  lookout 
with  his  glass.  ImmecUately,  dark  as  it  wa.s,  he  made  out 
that  there  was  a  man  out  on  the  ice.  Indeed,  he  saw  me 
wave  my  hands  every  now  and  again  towards  the  shore. 
B\  .  very  easy  process  of  reasoning  on  so  uninhabited  a 
shore,  they  immediately  knew  who  it  was,  though  some  of 
*hem  argueii  that  it  must  be  some  one  else.  They  went 
own  at  once  to  try  and  launch  a  boat,  but  that  was  im- 
,>ossible.  Miles  of  ice  lay  between  them  anil  me,  and  the 
heavy  sea  was  hurling  great  blocks  on  the  landwash,  and 
light  was  already  falling,  the  wind  blowing  hard  on  shore. 

The  whole  village  wis  aroused,  and  messengers  w-  re 
despatched  at  once  along  the  coast,  and  lookouts  toled  off 
to  all  the  favorable  points,  so  that  while  I  considered  mvsclf 
a  laughing-stock  bowing  with  my  flag  to  those  unrespon- 
sive cliflfs,  there  were  really  many  eyes  watching  me.  One 
man  told  me  with  his  glass  he  distinctly  saw  me  waving 
the  shirt  flag.  There  was  little  slumber  that  night  in  the 
villages,  and  even  the  men  told  me  there  were  few  dry 
eyes,  as  they  thought  of  the  inipossil)ility  of  saving  me 
from  perishing.  We  are  not  given  to  weeping  over-much 
on  this  shore,  but  there  are  tears  that  do  a  man  honor. 

Before  daybreak  this  fine  volunteer  crew  had  been  gotten 
together.  The  boat,  with  such  a  force  behind  it  of  will 
power,  would,  1  believe,  have  gone  through  anything. 
And,  judging  by  the  heavy  breakers  through  which  we 
were  giiided,  loaded  with  their  heavy  ice  battering  rams, 


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when  at  last  we  ran  through  the  harbor  mouth  with  the 
boat  on  our  return,  I  knew  well  what  wives  and  children 
had  been  thinking  of  when  they  saw  their  loved  ones  put 
out.  Only  two  years  ago  I  remember  a  fisherman's  wife 
watching  her  husband  and  three  sons  take  out  a  boat  to 
bring  in  a  stranger  that  was  showing  flags  for  a  pilot.  But 
the  boat  and  its  occupants  have  not  yet  come  back. 

Every  soul  in  the  village  was  on  the  beach  as  we  neared 
the  shore.  Every  soul  was  waiting  to  shake  hands  when 
I  landed.  Even  with  the  grip  that  one  after  another  gave 
me,  some  no  longer  trying  to  keep  back  the  tears,  I  did  not 
find  out  my  hands  were  frost-burnt, — a  fact  I  have  not 
been  slow  to  appreciate  since.  I  must  have  been  a  weird 
sight  as  I  stepped  ashore,  tied  up  in  rags  stuffed  out  with 
oakum,  wrapped  in  the  bloody  skins  of  dogs,  with  no  hat, 
coat,  or  gloves  besides,  and  only  a  pair  of  short  knickers. 
It  must  have  seemed  to  some  as  if  it  was  the  old  man  of 
the  sea  coming  ashore. 

But  no  time  was  wasted  before  a  pot  of  tea  was  exactly 
where  I  wanted  it  to  be,  and  some  hot  stew  was  locating 
itself  where  I  had  intended  an  hour  before  the  blood  of  one 
of  my  remaining  dogs  should  have  gone. 

Rigged  out  in  the  warm  garments  that  fishermen  wear, 
I  started  with  a  large  team  as  hard  as  I  could  race  for 
hospital.  For  I  had  learnt  that  the  news  had  gone  over 
that  I  was  lost.  It  was  soon  painfully  impressed  upon  me 
that  I  could  not  much  enjoy  the  ride,  for  I  had  to  be  hauled 
like  a  .'  «g  up  the  hills,  my  feet  being  frost-burnt  so  that 
I  could  not  walk.  Had  I  guessed  this  before  going  into 
the  house,  I  might  have  avoided  much  trouble. 

It  is  time  to  bring  this  egotistic  narrative  to  an  end. 
We  all  love  life.  I  was  glad  to  be  back  once  more  with 
possibly  a  new  lease  of  it  before  me.  I  had  learned  on 
the  pan  many  things,  but  chiefly  that  the  one  cause  for 
regret,  when  we  look  back  on  a  life  which  we  think  is  closed 
forever,  will  be  the  fact  that  we  have  wasted  its  opportuni- 
ties, and,  as  I  went  to  sleep,  there  still  rang  in  my  ears  the 
same  verse  of  the  old  hymn  which  had  been  my  companion 
on  the  ice. 

WlIiFEED   T.   GrENFELL. 


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■    int-  ricnv'i  iiua  goiic  oVi»r 
iKiitifiiily  impre.'*s€ii  lipon  ini- 
Mjoy  fhii  ride,  for  I  had  t«-  Ik:  haiiifi 
:  ■     my   istH.  beinp  t'rost-hnrnt  «>  that. 
Um'i  I   gufi«sed   ihi.s  i/ofore  goitig  i;u<! 
•  avi-  uxnided.  mui'h  trouiiie. 
iig  iLif"  i-fiiotiHtic   riJirr.itivo   ?<)   au  «*n'l 
'   Wfoj  glad  to  be  back  'iri/f  fr;fi.,v  \-':']i 
!>f?  of  ii  beft)-i>  me.     I   '. 
.'S,  but  ihu        thai   I'l' 
b;i'-k  uii  ;i  .:;o  nhich  we  think  i.-s  .JOKf.d 
;><•;  thut  we  ha-A  wa.-:!{»d  iis  np|K..  Uuu- 
iM-p,  tliere  ntil!  lans;  in  tiij-  ^tsrs  tbu 
»  p-'i  "^vhi'-h  h^d  hfni  my  ctmip-Muon 


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To  THE  MeiiORy  of 
THRee  NoBLe  Docs. 

.e)(^  {DooDy.^^v 

WHOSE  LIVES  WERE  GIVEN 
FOR  MINE  ON  THE  ICE. 

April  2r.f  19OS. 
SIlLFReDGReNFeLL. 

St.  Anthony. 


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